The Pan-Spirit-Essence Free-ence

A spirit-essence the most dense,
Always is, I sense,
From our 0-prima tense,
From the infinite whence,
Before it, of it and all its thens,
The Spirit does expense,
& into infinite it commence,
Until sooner or the farthest synnence,
By the unending winning eu-currence,
With Him who creates, promotes to fence,
The singular greatest Hence…

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Fit Me, Maybe, One More Time!

[Me]
So maybe, maybe,
How was I supposed to show,
That something wasn’t a bite,
Or Maybe Maybe, I shouldn’t have set you zero,
And now you are out of right, yeah
Show me how to count it to thee,
Tell me baby, ’cause I need to know now, oh because,

[System]
Thy fanliness is winning me (and I)
I must just base my fill-n-will,
When I’m not with full I lose assigned (Truth Value)
n Give me a sign,
n Fit me Maybe one more time,Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is u,
Toy, you got me, model,
Oh pretty same thing, but-
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do,
It’s not the way I planned it
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby ’cause I need to know now, oh because

Oh Maybe, Let’s See

Yeah,

Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to go-
Oh pretty steady, why shouldn’t have let u flow,
Lie out of all regress, that my key complex is feeling it high,
Don’t you know I still be free,
That you will see clear
And give me a sign
n Fit me Maybe one more time

[Me]

I un-compress, that why-fondly-mess is feeling hit-wow,
Don’t you know I still conceive,
That you will be freer,
And give me a sign
Hit we Maybe one more time..!

The Drool Proofs

I know there’s sky above my roofs,
When in bed and here aloof,
Run the drool proofs,
They’re done and improve…

I feel the whole in slight  bites,
High to the floor, the night sights,
From riots to the rites,
To being infinite-alright,..

The truth gets to prove,
Less is sure to remove,
Until and After everything’d move,
To all-great-groove,..

L’IBios

Audio Here:

Ions, cell-lines & Millions of eons,
and we got the life we’ve seen as,
We need to get that everything is in alliance,
Nothing defy those- the rulin’ s of L’IBios!

Hey kid it’s natural to you,
We feel but never say we do,
That it’s a nano, mili and mega thru,
An essential trios, combinin’ to L’IBios,

Time to get that it’s never simple and small,
It’ll take more RAMs and Hertz than you can call,
Life here crams  and blurts info that you can try-
To nose, the vast IBios, L’IBios,..

Muscles n the myos, close the Cori’s arrows,
via Livers and the Glia never mind sending some kinda goals,
To’em n’ll, in a jungle, amid a parasitic triangle,
That is a phylogenetic cringle, it flows, L’IBios, L’IBios…

Forget the Riemann and Lebesgue, n no offence,
We need Freeman and La’Best Integration, friends,
From axioms, magnesiums and the museums, of-
of every logos, the floss homologs of L’IBios,
L’IBios…

L’IBios, the Integrative Biology,
It’s all over the Life Tree,
And over me, over thee,
We gotta get the key,
To unlock the treats,
We here arouse, to L’IBios,
L’IBios….

Ho Up!

Audio Here:

Singing on the way to my room,
Feels like flying on a broom,
I’ll be alright I assume,
Even If it’s a new game!
The answers main,
Are all the same,
God does lift up-
and never do He blame,
We just need to hit high,
from Six to the Sex a.m.!

I miss  my friends’ calls,
Sleep while I surf to the food stalls,
Silent but live, like the van der Waals’,
My passions run Even If I falls,

More from whatever, is what I favor,
If you ain’t that clever, you can still be the King-
As much as  you can up-fling, for the infinite and unending!

Can’t we recognise that we forgot the spaces,
Between our souls and the faces,
Do we graduate with the graces-
Bad abases and we all aces,
Even If it were random everywhere,
We’ll sure win, if we always stay!

What else after everything?
We put on repeat and with we sing-
The music of the final show,
The eternal all-glow,
Covers from high to low,
We still have parties to throw,
Even If, we scored 100, we know,
Numbers go above each brow,

Even If we hated, regretted, loved and mated,
All will be Even Iff we fly full rated,
So, Ho up to the High,
Even If, you didn’t know if-how-why!
Ho Up to the High!!!

 

 

HAHEs & The Story Inspired-I

HAHE-1,
Got no food, got none,
For years was stoned away from Sun,
Then there came rains,
n then there was begun,
A fast & super & lasting run,
To a place like heaven,
With so much of fun,
It rested & reached there,
To everybody stun!
It rested & reached there,
To everybody stun!

HAHE stands for Highly Active-Highly Evolving & such are those systems which are the most conspicuous ones when we look at the whole classification of the evolving systems searching for the best. The present HAHE is an imaginary representative HAHE, named HAHE-1. It has its story of personal evolution made possible by its being a HAHE. Here & henceforth I wish to tour similar interesting imaginary systems adding my blog a new series called ‘Theoretical Fantasy’.

As I have begun this series with the evolving systems, which are indeed interesting, I would like to have a broader &  deeper look at them in the coming posts with the rigor at hand. The series aims to include relevant theories, of real or the imaginary, that hold my mind & hence the name ‘Theoretical Fantasy’ (TF). The inspiration for HAHE concept was a business management book called ‘Hyperinnovation’ by Chris Harris.
If you would like to suggest topics for this series or like to contribute, please e-mail me at vedadnya8@gmail.com.

This is a short inaugural post for the series,’ Theoretical Fantasy’.
Hope you like it.
Thank you.

Hrushikesh Sunil Gore.